KABIR'S POV
The door cracked open after a few knocks and there she was...standing with her hands around her waist, hair messed up, her eyes were swollen, probably because of the crying, but her skin looked radiant as always.
Before she could give me another earful, I interrupted her...
"Sorry to disappoint you, Kaya, but I don't get hangovers."
She gaped at me and then said, "Everyone gets hangover!"
"Not me." I smiled, amused at her innocent reaction, and pushed past her, this time easily getting inside her house.
"Hey!" Kaya whirled around, her beautiful eyes glaring daggers at me as she attempted to push me out.
"You are not welcome, get out!" She said as her nostrils flared.
I did not even budge. "I believe I am strong enough to lift you and throw you on that couch of your
